The hooded monk, sleeping,
in veils of periwinkle, lilac, and blue
in shadows of grey-violet hues
seeming to me to be
with nothing left to lose.
For in silence does he suffer,
in darkness does he lie—
The Aconite knows no friend
but the ones he leaves behind.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Anger solves nothing, and brings only more pain.
- Category: Reflection
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